Today I read Greg Herren’s Bourbon Street Blues, our introduction to Scotty Bradley, dancer turned personal trainer turned detective. I’d read the second in the series, Jackson Square Jazz quite a while back, and it was fun to see how it began. Scotty lives life on his own terms, a quality I always appreciate, and his parents crack me up. It was a little disquieting to read about the levees and Scotty’s visions of New Orleans under water, since the book came out in 2003.
I looked again for the cover of Greg’s next Scotty novel, Mardi Gras Mambo, to put it here, but it’s still not floating around the Internet.
i can’t read that book anymore
When I was in Hammond, I kept getting emails from people who had read the book and asked me how I felt about being ‘prescient’–I honestly didn’t know what they meant, other than the plot against the levees…and then Tim Miller said that “Scotty’s visions of the levees breaking and the city flooding were so haunting now…” and then I remembered…I can’t even look at that book now.